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Post by darkunslint on Jul 26, 2010 16:21:19 GMT -4
(( Please read the disclaimer, located HERE Warning of a danger of character Death.))
The Darkness flickered up, that oh so noticeable black oval and out of it walked a figure, his brown trench coat falling to his feet. His hood drawn up over his features. “ So this is the first one,” he muttered as he began walking into the forests.
Wasting no time he flicked a hand out summoning a battalion of Snag Propellers (read profile for details) that quickly dispersed in various packs throughout the woods searching for that all-important place.
In the mean time the Typhoon angler began his wandering, damaging no plant and trying to leave no trace. If someone did show up, he didn’t want to be found, it was a quick in and out job. Well… that was the plan anyway.
Walking slowly through the forests he noticed various animals fleeing in all directions from him. Even the animals knew not to come close to him, this giant of darkness was determined to get his hands on the heart of a world, the strength it would grant him would be…. Unimaginable. If he obtained these hearts he could defeat all the enemies in their way and the Dark Xll would triumph. “This heart is mine.”
Jul 26, 2010 16:21:19 GMT -4
Last Edit: Jul 27, 2010 4:45:35 GMT -4 by darkunslint
Post by darkunslint on Aug 5, 2010 14:08:22 GMT -4
((As stated in the disclaimer I am carrying on))
Strolling through the fields he felt the hearts pulse all around him, though he was searching for a greater prize, he could feel it, it was somewhere within this wooded area, it wouldn’t take him long for either him or one of his heartless groups to find it now.
Post by darkunslint on Aug 5, 2010 14:10:35 GMT -4
(( And its been another 2 days, someone better hurry and get there act together))
He could feel it, the beating of that phantasmel energy, it was somewere closer, he was headed in the direction for sure, he saw a group of snag proppellers from earlier running after a deer, chuckling as he watched the pile of fluff it became and as its heart was ripped asunder.
Drifting through the forests Dilan came upon a pond like area. Was this the heart of the world? he stared deeply into the pond searching for the heart... It wasn't there though, it was starting to get frustrating, why couldnt he find it faster?
He continued his wandering, occasionally coming across more of his heartless that were swattering around the world, he could allready see the tainted darkness he had placed blossoming on the world as some of the trees began to loose there leaves despite it being perfect weather. Wherever this heart was, it was fighting the taint, and it was loosing.
Marluxia was brought to an unknown world by pure instinct rather than logic. Something he could not explain brought him to this place, filling him with reasons to doubt the objectives of being on such a populated world. The portal closed behind him and he walked only a few steps and saw why he was drawn here, Heartless. Everywhere. Running after people, tearing apart the land, devouring hearts. This could only be the work of a Dark XII member, and a damn strong one at that. And then, he saw him. Dilian. The shadow of Xaldin, possesing every aspect of the Nobody execpt in appearance. Who could ask for a better reason to be here?
The Assassin brandished his weapon and vanished in a flurry of petals and in an instant he was in speeking range of Dilan to his face. "Dilan, bringing joy to yet another world I see. I would have guessed that Elaeus would have been here with you. Thinking doesn't seem like your forte" he said with a slight hint of malice hiding underneath.
Post by darkunslint on Aug 7, 2010 19:43:59 GMT -4
In an instant he felt the presence, the absence of something, the nothingness that intruded on his playpen.
It was only seconds before the petals fell and the blossoming Marluxia came into view. “Ah, and you must be Marluxia, number… 11 if im correct?” He paused briefly. “ It doesn’t seem like we have had the pleasure of meeting, graceful assassin, I am Number Three, Dilan, The Typhoon Angler.” He smiled slyly as he felt many of the hearts around him diminish, his heartless would own this world before long, it would only take a short time before he found the heart.
“ Yes, the joy that I bring to this world is that of an end, better I hand them out a swift death than a long prolonged one through darkness. I am merely saving the weak, as you can tell, im in a good mood. Are you going to interfere with my mercy?” He referred to it as mercy, for mercy it was.
At the moment he didn’t brandish his weapons, he knew this guys name and his number but knew nothing of his combat abilities, he hoped that the reverse was true, he left his harpoons gone, and simply folded his arms.
Post by darkunslint on Aug 11, 2010 7:52:53 GMT -4
((Ive been lenient and left a 4 day gap between my post and the one you should have made. I did state in my disclaimer what would happen if you didn’t post and due to this I am now going to skip you. As It wouldn’t be fair for me to play as Dilan as he and marluxia are talking I will play as a snag propeller until the time comes that the heart of the world is found.))
Spawning out of a sphere of darkness the snag propeller and its band raced through the trees. There was so many hearts about them, easy pickings, they could be destroyed and defeated with so much ease; there wasn’t a thing that could challenge them here. Normal hearts however were not there priority. They would do as instructed, as they knew the consequences of defying there master.
Swarming through they searched, they knew it was somewhere nearby, they could sense the presence of it, that giant source of energy that there master craved for. They would find it for him, as that is what these heartless did.
In this pack there was only 7, quite a small number for a snag propeller group, they preferred bigger groups but the packs of them had been spread thin to try and cover more ground, besides, there was very little that could stop them out here.
Post by darkunslint on Aug 25, 2010 17:41:06 GMT -4
The snag propellers swam through the air, it was getting close to the goal now, it could feel it.
It had reached a small pool, surrounded by trees. As it approached several animals ranging from squirrels to deer walked towards the small pack of Snag Propellers. They must of found it, and now they were being attacked.
Post by darkunslint on Sept 3, 2010 6:31:01 GMT -4
The snag proppellers finished off the remaining animals, it wasnt much of a fight, some scurrying little wildlife against the power of heartless. Never the less the snag proppeller enjoyed ripping the hearts from the now motionless animals, filling them with a new piece of strength.
The mission back on they had found the location, they closed in on the pool of water and one of the pack disapeared to inform there master of the location.
Post by darkunslint on Sept 8, 2010 11:23:22 GMT -4
Dilan stood there staring at Maraluxia with no response, what did this nobody want. He was about to question him further, he was instructed to kill these on sight but his main priority was to take the heart.
A snag proppeller appeared, the signel it was time to go. "Now now, i'm sorry but it appears that I have to go." Building the air into his feet he spread an aeroga around him then sent it expanding outwards, ripping the trees apart and shreding bushes from the ground. Expanding towards marluxia.
During the confusion Dilan followed the Snag Proppeller to the small pond. " Excellent my servents, you have done well."
(aah, poor Herby, posting all alone... i'll help you out.)
Bushes stirred at the other side of the small pond. It seemed not all live was extinguished by the snag proppeller. Or it had to be a new arrival that only reached the waterside after the slaughter that happened here. The bodies were of course dispersed into darkness, for their hearts were all taken by Dilan his Heartless minions. The sounds of twigs snapping under heavy feet could be heard. This animal would be big and heavy, a deer propably. Since a critter as small as a rabbit or skunk would not cause this level of commotion.
Then branches and leaves were being pushed aside, as a figure appeared from the greenery, sheltered in the shadows of the canopy of the trees. It was not a creature of the forest, but a human being. A man was standing there, across the pond, holding a map up in front of his head. Old wrinkled hands could be seen holding the sides while from underneath the map a brown trenchcoat cascaded downward. A cane was dangling from one of the hands that was holding up the map as the traveller stopped, only 1 step away from plunging down into the water and halted there.
The old man then lowered his map and an old man's face could be seen. Brown messy hair that seemed to have a live of his own. Deep azureblue eyes that sparked with a joyous lifeforce and a scar on the side of his chin. Mercator, the Cartographer gazed over the surface of the calm water with a satisfying smile. As again his maps have proven themselves to be perfect again. But then his attention was drawn to the dark figure that was on the other side. His smile faded as snow for the burning sun. His eyes narrowed and a grim expression occurred on his face. Quietly he mumbled to himself:
"Ah.. so that's what causing the disturbance... oh dear."
Mercator sighed and folded up his map of the woods. Carefully tucked it away in one of his many bags and planted his cane in front of him. Placing both his hands on the big round knop on the top and stood upright in a defiant matter. Staring with slightly tired eyes at the Typhoon Angler.
Post by darkunslint on Sept 16, 2010 4:54:47 GMT -4
(YAY! Finally some fun ;D)
Dilan knelt down in front of the pond, he started to draw the heart to him, feeling its power getting ever closer, it was almost his and with it so much new power.
"Ah.. so that's what causing the disturbance... oh dear."
His head snapped up. “Another distraction from my goal?” he muttered at the old man. The cane in front of him glimmering with the occasional light that shone into the clearing. He pulled on the presence of the heart even more, feeling it getting closer as his darkness tainted it.
Slowly, the pond rumbled as a crystalline heart floated out from the middle of the pond. It was about the size of a chair and had large black taints creeping around it. “It won’t be long now, before this heart is mine old man.”
The typhoon angler stared into the old mans azure blue eyes with his own piercing purple. “Who are you? And If you walk away now, I might let you go with no hindrance.”
Mercator's eyes grew wide as Dilan was summoning the world's heart from the water. Seeing the crystalline figure float while beaming a majestic light. It's rays shone through the shadows but with each passing second the light started to fade. Softly dimming as the presence of the darkness was slowly but surely corrupting it. But then the Cartographer squinted his eyes as he focused on Dilan.
The entire world was starting to decay, as dark clouds formed ominously in the sky. Winds were picking up as a storm emerged out of nothing. The land seemed to wither and die at hastened pace, for all was connected to the heart. Leafs started to color brown and fall from the trees. The ground started to color black and crack up. All of the woodland creatures were rampaging about in a panic as their natural habitat was at the verge of destruction.
Mercator's trench coat was billowing in the gushing winds as he firmly stood his ground. His rebellious hair dancing franticly. Bringing one hand up to the side of his face, the traveler shielded his eyes against the wind while standing in his place and remaining calm. Then a faint smile appeared on his lips and he spoke softly but understandable. His words carried over the wind to Dilan's ears.
"Who I am? Well that is indeed an interesting question. One that only goes one way for I have already figured you out. You are one of darkness. A Heartless of such power that you can maintain your human appearance and intellect. Still the instinct to consume hearts is addictingly present. Controlling you every step of the way. Fueling your actions and deeds. Making you predictable and pitiful. I never would have figured your kind to fall so low to take pleasure in such petty gain. This meager meal is hardly enough as an appetizer compared to the hearts of other worlds. But surely you lack backbone to focus on those. Like a parasite you leech of small, weak defenseless hearts. Not man enough to aim higher for a truly strong heart. Sure you are strong, probably strong enough to kill me with ease. But that doesn't prove anything to anybody now does it?
Who I am? Well I'm a traveler who have already visited more worlds then you will ever see. And I have made maps of all those worlds. Maps that show you the highlights, the shortcuts and... their hearts. Why not forsake this insult of power and seek out a more worthier prize? Truly a forest like this would not even suffice as a decent park between the empty skyscrapers that make up the world that never was."
Mercator then remained standing their. Calm and confident, as the entire world around him was slowly crumbling down into the abyss of darkness. Like he had seen it many times before.
Sept 17, 2010 11:58:23 GMT -4
Last Edit: Sept 17, 2010 11:59:48 GMT -4 by darkunslint